Still Broken
In a dream I call your name my
Fate sweet Persephónē this wounded
Heart beseeches your return broken
Bottles and razorblades adorn my
Wrists streaming blood my escape still
Broken my soul awaits your homecoming
My muse or death shall be my best friend in
Rushes of red I am delivered to your doorstep this
Long journey has taken it's toll and I am barely
Able to knock no answer porch lights have caught
Fire and left scorched my welcoming party of
None desires into one and your arms have forgotten
To exist so no hugs greet my tears still broken glass
Shards to wipe my feet home sweet home written
In a shade of crimson all too familiar it’s scent causes my
Veins to reminisce tis their lover wind howls through
Cracks in broken windows reflect intimate evils
Stalk minute instances of joy on shoulders whispering
Them to the dark side sinners bearing halos so we
Don’t mind strolling condemned to hell the
Rooms in this house I remember them well your
Bedroom our playground no longer beckons
My games and my tongue begs to forget how
Your four lips taste broken cups spilling
Amnesia to the curve up your thighs now a
Cobweb sanctuary broken darkness the light
Above my head no longer visits for it’s still
Broken…
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